callous hands, gentle tides 

Live in your why 

The what is already sowed in you 

The how is God’s rain pouring down on you 

The when is the seasons that gradually peel away your layers so you can see all the miracles nestled in your core and how you  are, in truth, ever in bloom  

The who is the bee beckoned  by the nectars of your expression, the bypasser transfixed in your admiration, the children playing in your vast fields that lend themselves to freedom, the tired labourer resting in your shade, the birds perched on your branches 

The where is the soil that protects your roots 

Respond to callous hands, gentle tides 

Fire away!

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